#its my birthday today!! so gojo to celebrate

[cainternn]

i see the galaxy in your eyes

[yandereshingeki]

Daddy’s home 🔵👄🔵🤞🏼

HOME FOR MEEEEE

[envy-of-the-apple]

Hello, first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! I hope you had a happy birthday today !

I recently read your recent fic (The Sun eats the Moon) and the writting was amazing. But I have some question in my mind like :

"After that maybe 'Reader' could take contraception in secret, no ?"

"Is she (or they) gonna end up married to him, and forced to be a housewife or just following him where he goes ?" honestly I think her destiny is tragic no matter the result.

"How did he react to her disappearance, did he tried to find her (honestly my question was why he didn't ask her parents or search where did she goes, but honestly its a good thing that he didn't search) ? And during 10 years, how was to him ?" Maybe the only thing we can say "good" about him is he will only looking toward her and not any women after THAT day...?

And last question, I was wondering what will happen to them after THAT day like I know fr that in the media there will be news, but honestly I think the conclusion is well writting, the fact you first introduce the concept about the Moon and conclued with the detailed about the Moon and how tragic the ending is for them (Moon and 'Reader'). And if you are going to a Geto's it's will also be interesting because he was there to.

Sorry for the long message (eng isn't my first language) and thanks you to read that ! Have a nice day or night !

Thank you!!!!!!All great great great questions! I'll try to answer them as best as I can before giving tooo much away lol:

Why cant Ms.Moon take contraception?

yes Ms.Moon (that's my nickname for the mc now lol) could definitely try to take contraception in secret but I don't think it'll be a good ending if Gojo finds out. In the comments of the fic, many ppl were pointing out that Gojo was intentionally trying to get Ms. Moon pregnant back when they were "dating" buuuut it was sort of an afterthought for him. His logic was 'oh well it doesn't matter either way. you're staying with me regardless' but now that he's seen that Ms.Moon is 100% willing to leave him his next course of action is 'k well can't do that if you have a kid'. It's really not about Ms.Moon having a baby, rather it's insurance that bestie won't just dip again. He cares about you more than any kid you'd make together (awww thats so....sweet???)

Will Gojo force Ms.Moon to get married?

Probably, he's a romantic at heart teehee. But also he loves the attention. Part of the reason he was so effective in "keeping" Ms.Moon (in high school) was largely due to public pressure. Now, where he's basically a celebrity, his obsession with the spotlight has only increased. He's gonna be on talk shows and never shy about your relationship to the press. Gojo will definitely describe your relationship as 'newly reunited highschool sweethearts'. People at work will definitely bombard you for the details, and you were never one to be defiant so you'd probably just mutely agree with him (that's why he loves you so much: you're so agreeable). He'd make sure your wedding is the biggest celebration of the year. And then he'd drag you to Aruba or something for yalls honeymoon:)

Why didn't Gojo try to find Ms. Moon?

He did! When you dipped (graduated early and left for college) he went ballistic. I totally forgot to add this in, but Gojo is a huge reason why Ms.Moon doesn't talk to family anymore/anyone in that town. You didn't even tell your parents what college you were headed off to. I bet Gojo harrassed your family for a bit, because he's Gojo Satoru, but when it's clear you just disappeared I bet he was depressed. As terrible as he was, he did love you. It was also a pride thing for him. No one's ever 'won' against him, and you technically did. He'd greatly underestimated you and you got away. I bet he'd be a little impressed at that. I think in the fic it was greatly implied that he was searching for you buuuut eventually he forgot because he got so busy with his life. He still thought about you, but its was probably more along the lines of 'damn, can't believe i lost that bitch' And then you unceremoniously fell from the sky. Surprising, but he's grateful. It was fate to meet you again or was it? *cackles in omniscient author*

The Aftermath

Yeah, you're not living a normal life after that ever again. You're moving in with him, he's getting that marriage certificate ready bye bye freedom. I don't think he'd lock you up, buuuut having a security detail on you at all times, putting a tracker in your phone, and constantly calling/texting you is pretty close to life in prison right? EVENTUALLY, he'd limit your social network, then not-so-gently encourage you to quit your job. By the end of it, you'll be his little housewife but I think he'd be nice about it. (kind of)

[lumiaxz]

✮₊⊹₊⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ⊹✮ ✮₊⊹₊⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ⊹✮ ✮₊⊹₊⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ⊹✮

list making with jjk!!

warnings: cursing, fluff

pairings: toji, gojo, sukuna, geto x nanami x reader

⛧☾༺Toji Fushiguro༻☽⛧

Toji, I saw this skirt I really liked. Can you write that down too?

“First of all, why am I writing shit. Second, it’s cold as fuck outside, where are you wearing a skirt to?”

Your handwriting is better than mines, Just write it down, please?

“Nah, where you head’n with a skirt on, hm?”

Its for the summertime, love.

“So you are wearing it somewhere? On’ly time you wear skirts should be f’me.”

“Plus, im broke as shit.”

Nevermind Toji…

⛧☾༺Gojo Satoru༻☽⛧

“Princess!! I was walking home today right??”

Whoah, Ok..! Yeah?

“I saw this hugeee hello kitty plushie and I knew you’d like it!! You should add it to your list!!!”

Oh, absolutely! Where was it?

“I have no idea to be honest.. the bus was wayyy ahead of schedule and I-”

Calm down, calm down. I’ll look it up later, ok?

“Yeah, yeah but I have so much to tell you now~”

⛧☾༺Ryomen Sukuna༻☽⛧

I’m WELL aware Santa isn’t real, that doesn’t mean Christmas isn’t.

“Then what’s the point of the holiday, hm?”

You celebrate with family and-

“Your sounding like those women that try to sell me shit at my doorstep.”

don’t care, you asked me to explain so I doing that.

“Well I’m unasking you.”

that’s not a word.

“I’ve been on this planet-“

Here you go again..

⛧☾༺Geto Suguru༻☽⛧

“what now, monkey.”

How nice of you… I wanted to make a list for Christmas with you!

“No.”

Any explanation why?

“of course. Because I said so.”

But-

“End of that train, before I get gojo to help me run one on you.”

what.

“I don’t believe I stuttered.”

⛧☾༺Nanami Kento༻☽⛧

Kento!

“Hm?, yes love?”

Can you add this on the list aswell, I really want it.

“Love, your list is already pretty long, you sure you can’t wait till your birthday or something?”

Pleaseeeee…?

“God damnit… Fine, but this is the last thing on it”

why?

“Because this list is going to burn a hole in my wallet.”

Just wait till my birthday, it’ll set it on fire~…

✮₊⊹₊⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ⊹✮ ✮₊⊹₊⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ⊹✮ ✮₊⊹₊⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ⊹✮

[sughuru]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Masterlist.

Jujutsu Kaisen (呪術廻戦)

Gojo Satoru

✧.* you, me, and the sky above -- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

In the quiet stillness of the night, you find yourself waking to an empty bed, wondering where Satoru disappeared to. As you search for him, you discover him staring into the dark sky, his eyes revealing the weariness from a challenging mission. 

✧.* are those my clothes? -- fluff

upon realizing his clothes were missing, your boyfriend couldn't help but wonder: who could be the culprit?

✧.* seventh of december -- fluff, birthday special

Satoru was never one to celebrate his birthday. Matter of fact, he actually hated it. Except on three occassions.

✧.* you’re late — fluff, slight angst, romance isnt really the main focus.

You forgot to pick up a certain someone from school

✧.* red and blue fireworks — angst, chapter 236 spoiler, new year special

Firework shows aren't as nice to look at now with him gone.

Geto Suguru

✧.* curses, its so bitter -- spoiler warning, angst, hurt/comfort

The burden of consuming curses takes an emotional toll on Suguru ans elevated by the recent loss of Amanai Riko. As Suguru retreats into his own silent struggles, the caring intervention of their partner becomes a source of warmth and healing.

✧.* are those my clothes? -- fluff

upon realizing his clothes were missing, your boyfriend couldn't help but wonder: who could be the culprit?

✧.* you have freckles? -- fluff

You hadn't expected for your boyfriend to arrive home so early today. Suguru hadn't expected for you to have freckles today...or ever. Nonetheless, both were surprises for one another.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Heyy Idk if you have done this yet but currently its my birthday so I was just wondering if you could do the jjk men on your birthday :3

Oh, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR READER!!! Congratulations on leveling up!! Of course we have to celebrate with some birthday headcanons!

Now Presenting...

Starring Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna.

Satoru Gojo

The Excited!

Gojo is more excited than you are my guy.

He’s planning a surprise party, meticulously picking out party decor, planning out the menu, bestie he’s going ALL OUT.

He didn’t have very many happy birthdays when he was younger, so when he grew up he decided no one he loved was going to have an unhappy birthday ever again (as long as he could help it.)

And he REALLY loves you so he’s going hard. The kicker is though, that you have no idea.

He’s extremely good at keeping it to himself. He’s subtle about asking you what you want, and any packages he needs to order he sends to Nanami's house. He wants to genuinely surprise you.

You think that for your birthday, all that's going to happen is Gojo is going to take you to dinner. That's why he’s buying you a new dress, got your nails done, all of that. It's simply so you feel pretty on your birthday date

So, when you get home, turn on the lights and everyone jumped out and yelled “SURPRISE!”

You accidentally punched Shoko in the nose.

IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT, I STAND BY THAT! They spooked you! What did they expect after you had just been kidnapped!? (See: jjk men headcanons: Kidnapped edition)

Other than that though,   the party goes off without a hitch! Just like Gojo planned!

He didn’t risk trying to bake a cake himself, he had Nanami do that shit. Still, it manages to be one of the better cakes you’ve ever had

Everything is about you. Your favorite movie is playing in the background while you play your favorite board games, your favorite foods are being served, your favorite alcohol is very well stocked, it’s all about you today baby

He for sure gets you a sash that says “Birthday Bitch” On it, tell me I’m wrong. 

Once the party has died and everyone left, he would sit on the couch cuddling you, watching whatever movie you picked out on hulu. 

You have long since passed out in his arms, but him? He’s already planning for next year

Suguru Geto

the planner

He takes you out on the town for your birthday! Geto loves to show you off and he’s taking the opportunity to do so now!

He takes weeks to plan it. All the stops you guys are going to take, the most efficient map, how much he at least plans to drink at each place.

And you’re heavily involved in the process!

It’s your birthday, a day that's supposed to be all about you. You should be able to decide where you guys go!

While Geto knew you better than anyone, he wasn’t narcissistic enough to think he knows you better than you know you

And having you involved in the planning process ensures you have the best day possible where you get to do everything you want to do.

Above all else, he's excited to show you off with a fun night on the town.

Wherever you wanna go, you're there. Your favorite restaurant, the club, a different club, wherever 

He’d probably set up a litter entourage for your bar hopping. A few of your (Easily transportable) friends

You all meet up at your house before heading out for gifts and pregaming

He probably pregammed a little too hard, but it’s fine. One of your friends is DD

He probably starts a fight at one of the bars because someone was hitting on you. It’s not a huge fight, so you mostly just find it funny

He for sure got you some pretty jewelry to go with your dress. 

I was talking with my friends and we all agreed he would pay for you to get a surprise tattoo for your birthday. 

He gets to pick it out

And he chooses a tramp stamp.

Of his name.

Kento Nanami

the homebody

Nanami honestly doesn’t have a lot of energy thanks to work. But he does still manage to pull together a nice birthday celebration with you.

It’s more quiet than the rest, just the two of you. 

Because of this it honestly doesn’t take a lot of planning which works for him.

He wakes you up with breakfast in bed, promising to make today all about you

He even took the day off work for you!

You walk into the dining room and a banquet of your favorite flowers are waiting for you on the table. 

He has your favorite coffee made and ready to go, but, honestly that's nothing new. That's one of the little things he does for you every morning. 

He takes you out to your favorite restaurant, and you guys do cake at and gifts home.  

He got you something you really really wanted for your birthday. Something you always talked about but could never buy for yourself. 

I imagine after the wine starts flowing you guys have a mini dance party in your living room, giggling and moving together like two idiots

At some point the dance party becomes karaoke  

He’s not a very good singer, but as far as he’s concerned you're the best. Even if you're the worst, fuck you, you're the best now.

He busts out his lighter when you start a ballad, waving it in the air for you, prove me wrong

You both passed out on your couch

It wasn’t the best idea, you’re both a little too old for all of that now. But, you still wake up feeling happy and loved.

And also hungover, but, ya know

Ryomen Sukuna

birthday?

You had a birthday? Okay.

He completely forgot and honestly he does not care he forgot. 

Curses don't really do birthdays and they definitely don't give a fuck about human celebration rituals. 

He’d laugh in your face if you confront him about forgetting too. He’d ask you what the fuck did you expect from him? He never claimed to be a loverboy, you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be with him.

Now, all of that being said: you do notice him being uncharacteristically gentle with you that day.

Let’s ignore the fact that you didn’t necessarily agree to be with him, he made that decision for you.

He’s bringing you water and food without you even asking, a blanket when you start to get cold, ect ect. 

Not necessarily a birthday headcanon, but I really do believe that Sukuna is deeply attuned with his partner's needs, to the point that he knows what they need before they do most of the time. He just doesn’t fill those needs for them cause what does he fuckin look like to you? He’s not your fuckin mom

When he grabs you his claws are much less involved, and there's noticeably less force. 

He’s actually being attentive and dare I say…caring?

Voice none of these observations if you value your life dear reader, I can not stress this enough!!!

Sukuna reacts violently to being called out on being vulnerable or gentle so you kinda spend the day walking on eggshells, hoping he doesn’t notice that you noticed he was being soft

But, other than that, it’s actually a good day with him!

You even got him to sit down and watch a movie with you! And absolute win I’d say!

And that night, when you’re asleep in his bed, He’d pull you into his arms and gently kiss your temple. 

Softly whispering “Happy Birthday Y/n”

[chiyoso]

I HONESTLY DID NOT EXPECT TO HAVE SO MUCH GREETINGS THAT ITS OVERWHELMING ME TO THE POINT WHERE IM GUSHING WITH SO MUCH JOY ??????????????

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR LOVELY AND UPLIFTING WORDS

i thought my birthday was going to be dull this year with all the whole pandemic, getting sick thing and burnout shinanigans — but creating a growing community... was one of the best decisions i have done in my whole nineteen years worth of choices to do. i love you all, so so much. strangers we might be, acquaintances from afar, friends from behind the screen — it doesn't matter, kindness goes far beyond through each word we speak.

and all of your words have reached me. (cough your lie in april reference without the dying)

this is my first time letting out media of my adventures and personal life, but yesterday was such a special day and i plan to do more today (birthdays over here typically last a few more days since only a day of celebration isnt really enough, depends on the person/environment though 🤭)

Chocolate Taiyaki Strawberry Pocky Pork Katsudon

Mochi Ice Cream Wendys Coffee

ME AND GOJO MERCH I BOUGHT HEHE

(will buy genshin impact birthday gifts for myself)

the name of the restaurant on the right reminded me of lyney, scara and me.

i will not elaborate further.

(also why am i so good at taking pics)

hehe. once again, thank you all so much for the support, i've been planning mentally so much that perhaps i just needed a little break from writing (the sickness and my bday proved a very nice break for me)

writing things

cynosure's ascendance

• i have no idea if people still remember this series of mine, but i do remember starting it out of desire to create a character of lust, battle and trauma and laying it bare for the xianzhou luofu to witness (cough jing yuan) so this series WILL be continued out of self interest

the mara's will

• the direction of this series will take a dark turn. it wont all be happy, but since its inspired by honkai impact... you're going to see more of powerful reader, and come to me in inbox, should i refer to old gods as herrschers? make this timeline where the universe of star rail will be tested by the imaginary tree's schemes and threaten to fall it towards the sea of quanta? i primarily have a good understanding of the whole imaginary tree thing, and i can see it applies to hyv games, thus leading me to the question of — are all connected somehow? (hsr welt's from hi3 after all)

• so yeah! i'm just conflicted as to what direction ill lead tmw with, so please, indulge me with your ideas and help me make sense of the timeline for it.

• (option 1) star rail, a universe that fought off the very, very ancient forces of what people of the infinitely old called honkai, and since the eradication of the ancient forces, they have been thriving ever since, hence the start of new technologies combined with long forgotten ones (previous era combined with stellar resources today) but all had forgotten about them in the process, them being the houkai, and the imaginary tree will soon test this 'bubble universe' (hsr) because simply; it is its law, it is its nature.

• (option 2) no bubble universes, no honkai impact timeline, just hsr itself with elements INSPIRED by the game

• (option 3) come to me! (told you im so conflicted hehe)

stellar chasm

• nngh im making a few ppl wait with this series, but trust me, i'm just studying and playing honkai impact to get a better grasp of hi3 abilities, how herrschers work, the lore and etc. and i honestly really want to involve durandal in mc's progress, we all know durandal is so fucking, so damn strong to the point where she can hold off kevin (im in that part or after so i have no clue if something happens to her, PLEASE DONT SPOIL ME THO) so yeah! i have already an idea as to how will mc will become a herrscher + getting the divine key abyss flower 😌 juuust... let me study more of hi3 🥹 also i have kind of scrapped the HoV personality? i'm going for an eden but more flirty, sensual (not purposely) type — that's all i'm spoiling!

i have 4 upcoming fics as well!

• It starts with a glance (Neuvillette, dark content)

• For you, Ma Moitie (Neuvillette oneshot)

• Neuvillette, your colleague (Headcannons)

• follower milestone with self aware!blade

that's all for now! once again, thank you all and LOVELY PROSPEROUS DAYS TO ALL OF YOU

love,

hiraeth

[meefy]

Gojo/fem!Reader (NSFW)

Gojo fans come get your food! A gift for the beautiful and talented @we-are-so-close who deserves all the love (+ Gojo smut) this holiday season.

CW: AFAB Reader, sensory deprivation (Reader is blindfolded), orgasm delay/denial, teasing, multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, oral sex (F receiving), PIV sex.

You feel a little guilty for admitting it, but you really aren’t expecting Satoru Gojo to remember your birthday at all.

You've never been the type of person to want a big deal made out of the date, especially with each passing year; you were content to stay in the sidelines, letting everyone around you remain blissfully unaware that their coworker or comrade’s birthday had come and gone. Calm and quiet was more your style when it came to celebrations, which meant that it was rare, or simply unheard of, that you even went so far as to get a cake to mark the occasion. 

Of course, you’ve known Satoru Gojo long enough to know that ‘calm and quiet’ is not his style. 

So when, after returning home to you upon completion of a mission, he finds you sprawled out on the sofa and flipping through a magazine, you should not be completely taken aback when he all but skips from the front door to stand in front of you - a moderately-sized wrapped box in hand, dangled right before your face. “A little bird told me that it was somebody’s birthday today!” he sings, giving a playful tug to the ribbon of the bow adorning the box. You can’t see his eyes, as per usual, but you know there’s likely a mischievous glint in them all the same. “Picked it out myself, too. I know you’ll love it!”

Gojo, remembering your birthday for its own sake? In all the time you’ve been together, you never imagined that happening. You’re admittedly a little skeptical when you gingerly take the box from his grasp, setting your magazine aside and tearing off the wrapping paper. The gift is feather-light, and you have no idea what to expect - especially when Gojo is the one giving it to you. “Thank you, Satoru…” you say, trying to hide your suspicions - even while he beams as he watches you unwrap his present. “I really -”

You’re rarely left speechless, but you suppose there’s a first time for everything. Because, as you carefully - and somewhat hesitantly - dip your hand into the box, you’re met with the sensation of fabric; it’s only when you pull out your ‘gift’ that you realize what it is: one of Gojo’s own thick, black blindfolds. You look from it, to Gojo himself, back to the blindfold again, before he can no longer contain his excitement. “Do you love it?” he asks, clearly expecting the reply to be a yes.

“I…I…” you stammer, not knowing where to begin. You’re cut off from your awkward stuttering by Gojo languidly taking a seat directly at your side and swiping the blindfold from your hands. He’s humming as he starts to slip it over your eyes before you can protest, turning your world an impossible shade of black. How the hell does he see in this thing…?

“I may be biased,” he comments, that childlike glee dripping from his words, “but I think it looks quite good on you!” 

“Satoru…this is my present?” you say at last, more of genuine curiosity than true exasperation. 

“Only part of it!” he replies, and suddenly his hands are on your shoulders, oh-so-carefully pushing you onto your back - until your head is resting at the end of the sofa, melting into the couch cushions. “Consider this a multi-part gift…” You can’t see him, but you feel him looming over you, until he makes contact with your skin: his lips ghosting over the curve of your neck, the edge of your jaw, and you shiver. "...and one I can enjoy, too!"

“S-Satoru…” You already feel yourself growing hot, your cheeks burning against the blindfold, your core pulsing at the tender contact. With your sight taken away, it’s like every other sense is magnified a hundred times over: the scent of the blindfold (it’s sweet and musky, like Gojo himself), the heat emanating from his body, the soft plush texture of the pillows you’re lying on. Gojo continues his onslaught of open-mouthed, sloppy kisses - tracing your jawline up to your temple, lightly nipping your earlobe before finally, finally enveloping your lips in his own. They're warm and sugary, and you can’t help but give a tiny, soft moan - which Gojo eagerly swallows up.

You let out an involuntary whine of disappointment when Gojo draws back - you feel the string of saliva which connects you breaking when he does - but it’s replaced with a gasp when Gojo’s thumbs hook seamlessly into the waistband of your bottoms, tugging them off in one smooth motion; it isn’t long until he’s slipping your top off, too, taking care not to dislodge the blindfold from your face. When he's finished, you then hear the sound of fabric rustling, until it’s replaced with the low thud of something hitting the floor. He's no doubt just as naked now as you are, and you're itching to pull yourself flush against him…

“Do you trust me?” he asks, and it’s still in that same giddy voice he normally uses - but there’s a dash of sincerity there, too. One that makes you grant him a resounding, breathless Yes, as you lay entirely bare before his eyes. He only gives a small chuckle in response; you can’t see what he’s up to next, but it isn’t long until your thighs are being tenderly pulled apart, the heat of his breathing tickling your sensitive skin. Kisses cover your tender flesh, and you can’t contain your whimpering the closer he gets to the pulsing warmth of your sex. 

Just when you think he is at last going to grant you what you want - what you need - Gojo dips back down to repeat his ministrations to the other inner thigh. It could have been mere seconds, minutes, but it feels like hours pass each time he grazes his tongue and teeth to your skin. Your slick is beginning to drip down your entrance, undoubtedly staining your sofa, but it’s the furthest thing from your mind - you're just desperate for him to touch you. “Satoru, please…please, I - I…”

“Hmm?” Gojo hums, and he pulls his mouth away for just a moment - and before you can say a word, a long dexterous finger dips into your dripping entrance, stealing your protests, his thumb just brushing over your clit as he does so. You keen and moan embarrassingly loud, your breath hitching when he curls that finger, over and over, no doubt delighting in your mewls each time he does so. It’s so little, yet so much; with your sight gone, it’s all you can focus on, embarrassingly close to orgasm even from just this. 

But just before you can come, Gojo pulls his finger out, resuming his all-too-tender kisses amidst your trembling groans - this time, to the flesh of your stomach, just below your navel. Your nerve endings are alight like fire, the promise of release torn from you making your body twitch and ache. Blindly, you reach out to touch him, to try and get him to touch you, but you’re met with an impermeable wall instead; goddamned Infinity, goddamned Satoru Gojo…“Enjoying your present?” he asks, knowing full well what your response will be.

You manage a gritted hiss of “Shut up,” but you’re interrupted by Gojo diving in to seal his mouth over your cunt, wasting little time lapping up your juices with wanton abandon. His clever tongue switches between curving into your entrance and circling your clit; it’s so good, so much, so fast, and you rock your hips into his face - you’d feel guilty, almost, were it not for his prior merciless, characteristic teasing. Gojo doesn’t seem the slightest bit affected by it, anyhow; his grip on your hips tightens just so, pinning you in place as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you. 

This - being sightless, being unable to touch him, only able to take what Gojo gives you - overwhelms your senses in the best of ways, and it’s not long before the buildup of climax is reaching you once more. When his tongue glides over your swollen clit a final time, you come undone; it’s all you can do to not bite down your tongue to muffle your moans - white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins, starting from your core and racing to the very ends of your fingertips. You can barely catch your breath, even when Gojo decides he is finished, giving one last sopping kiss to your pussy as he pulls away. “S-Satoru…” you manage, panting, and you can feel him kneeling between your legs. 

“I don’t know about you, but I sure enjoyed that,” he coos, and before you can retaliate with a snarky remark of your own, Gojo is on you again - his arms coiling round your waist as he at last allows you to touch him. 

You take full advantage of it - feeling your way up his lithe frame until you can wrap your arms tightly around his neck, hook your legs atop his hips - his hard cock nudging your overstimulated entrance. He’s warm, impossibly warm, and you breathe in his scent, comforting as it always is. Your mind might be clouded with lust, but you’re confident have the most unbelievably perfect man pleasuring you beyond belief - and you have every intention of savouring that fact. “I think this will be even better, though,” Gojo whispers into your ear, voice unusually husky and dripping with desire - punctuating his final word with a careful thrust of his hips.

He fills you in one practiced movement, and you gasp, mouth parted into a silent cry over how good it feels. With Gojo this tightly pressed against you, his groin rubs against your sensitive clit each time he dives back in, his breathing growing ragged before he bottoms out. He allows you to tangle your hands into his snow-white hair, and you resist the urge to tear off your blindfold and meet his brilliant irises; you’re sure the sight would push you over the edge then and there. 

As it is, Gojo - muttered cursing escaping his chest - suddenly slows the pace of his ministrations, leaving you teetering on the edge between pain and pleasure. “You want the rest of your present, right?” he teases, albeit breathlessly. 

“Yes,” you groan, trying fruitlessly to rock yourself onto his swollen cock. It’s in vain, you know it is, but your face flushes hotter each time you’re faced with having to tell him explicitly what you need.

Your response isn’t enough for Gojo.

“Hmm, what is it you want, exactly?” His broad hands roam your sides, thumbs brushing the peaks of your nipples, making you squirm and whimper. 

“Y-you…”

“Yeah? Me?”

“Y-your cock, Satoru, I need you to…please, please, fuck me.” Your face is on fire, your nails scraping at Gojo’s shoulder blades and holding onto him for dear life as he gives a pleased hum - before drawing back and pushing himself inside your wet walls all over again. You swear you see stars, the endless stimulation having made every fiber of your being unbearably sensitive, and his dick manages to hit all the perfect places inside your twitching pussy. 

With one last roll of Gojo’s hips, you come apart again, your second orgasm bordering on painful with just how intense the burning euphoria is when it races throughout your extremities. It isn't long before Gojo flutters and stills inside you with a needy growl, pressed as tightly as possible to your trembling form; your cunt instinctively clenches around him, his own release adding tingling sparks of pleasure to your already-overwhelmed body. 

The passing of time escapes you as you remain in Gojo’s arms, until he plants a soft kiss to your flushed lips and ever-so-slowly slips off your blindfold. You’re at last able to meet his gaze - it's clouded with desire and post-coital exhaustion, but you’re granted a sight few likely ever see in those glistening eyes of his: his rapt adoration for you, and you alone. 

“Too much��?” Gojo asks as he untangles himself from your figure, almost hesitant, his hand trailing down your skin while he slides to sit on the couch with you. In spite of his cheery voice, you can tell he’s not unaffected; his hair is tousled from your fierce grip, his skin pinkened and sweat-slicked.

“...never,” you assure him, still panting, not willing for him to leave your side just yet. He doesn’t seem in any rush to leave, either, tracing slow circles on the curve of your hip with his fingertips. “Thank you…”

“So, you liked your present, then? Told ya you’d love it.”

You manage a tired snort. “Whatever lets you sleep at night,” you retort with a half-hearted playful swipe of your hand. You won’t give him the satisfaction of being right…but you’re not about to admit flat out he was wrong, either. With a wry smirk on your lips, you add, “Just make sure to keep that blindfold nearby…it is my present, after all.”

[lucyandthepen]

i’m going to say this now because it was actually my birthday today and i got a really annoying comment on one of my fics and now i’m just EXTRA peeved bc someone went out of their damn way to ruin a nice day when they could’ve not said anything about whatever they were crying about.

I don’t care if you don’t agree that writing kpop fanfiction is something integral to the fandom experience. the scenarios and portrayals are 100% fictional. i don’t actually believe mark lee is a hot barista; i know very well that he’s out there doing something i know nothing about and that’s his fucking business LMAO i’m not pretending to know about his life or his deepest thoughts. but idols and celebrities always project images that cater to fandom generated content and idols are HIGHLY aware of this. they know their fans like to ship them in fics, so they do fanservice of a similar nature to fuel fandom generated content. there’s nothing inherently creepy about writing about / fantasizing about your in real life crush as long as you aren’t acting on your perversions out of turn either like … what are u talking about ???

i really don’t have to fucking sit here and prove anything but i’ve published a whole paper in an academic journal about the roles of RPF in fandom spaces and in the commercial side of kpop as well. i don’t have to fucking take the time to drag out all the research i’ve done just to tell someone who randomly came onto my blog from reading fucking jujutsu kaisen reader insert fanfiction (??????????????? like if you’re not into it, why the fuck are you here???) to go away and mind their own business.

it honestly appalls me that there are people in the world who are so desperate for an argument they’ll say shit about what other people like. the internet has become such a quick avenue for people to get on their moral high horses about issues that sincerely aren’t that deep. mark lee isn’t ever going to find my blog and be like dam this chick is wack like??? there is sincerely no harm in rpf as long as you’re aware of the fictional portrayals of people ??????? nothing is ever so deep???

the thing i can’t stand with these keyboard warriors is how they just don’t check their own logic either. as per my research back in my undergrad i know fanfiction in and of itself is highly contended because in the context of “respect” it attempts to undermine the author’s own work. thats actually why anne rice has a tendency to attack and dox her fans who write fanfiction — they’re breaking copyright law lmao. by that logic you’re also disrespecting gege akutami by sexualizing gojo satoru, and you’re also breaking some delicate copyright laws. double whammy. THAT i’ve also done quite a bit of research into!

but i’m never gonna make that point because that’d make me a hypocrite AND i like to do this amazing thing where i mind my own damn business!!!!!!!!!! like i don’t care???? the internet is a place where people in the same fandoms can meet and enjoy fan-generated content. stop trying to fucking dictate what other people do then tell them to “get help” as if there’s something ill with what we’re doing lol.

if you’re not comfortable with it, don’t read!!! it boggles me that you actually sat there fuming like “oh my god this random blog i’ve never heard of before has a story i just find disgusting im gonna say something as if what ill say will make them change their minds and repent!!!!”

there are a Lot Of Things i don’t like seeing but i just scroll! its so much easier than leaving an opinion no one fucking asked for. and if you have a problem with rpf, don’t just take it up with me — see your whole argument through and attack everyone who’s ever written rpf!

i’m just gonna say this one more time — if you don’t like what i’m putting out, don’t read. if you want to tell me something about how wrong i am or how badly i write — i don’t care. i don’t have to prove myself to anyone, and i’m not going to listen if i don’t agree, so don’t bother wasting both our times lmao.

lucy out.

[t1meslayer]

We're so back.

Please ignore the five Pokemon stories that I posted before "Neurocysticercosis" to celebrate leftover sales for PokéPocket. I probably won't be doing a Debrief for them since the collective is kind of its own thing.

But actually, don't ignore them. Go check out PokéPocket! Leftover sales run until July 31, 2024!!!

... That's not what I've gathered you all for today, though. No. If you haven't read my latest JJK fanfic, "Neurocysticercosis," what are you waiting for? Jump on that, and then jump into my little-a Read More below!

===

I made this joke in the opening Notes. However, I do once again have to point out:

What can I say?

It's very funny to me.

I'm also a big fan of Jujutsu Kaisen (don't mind the fact I misspelled it "Jujitsu" in the original AO3 summary), there's just too many things occupying my brain at a given time to write about it often.

My first SatoSugu fic "Infinitesimal Distance" came together soon after I learned my good friend and beta reader (you know who you are) also rotates those boys around in their brain. I had just gone to a Kura (revolving sushi bar) JJK crossover event. I won myself a Megumi figure and a felt hat.

Though I can't recall the exact impetus for that story idea, I do love the way it turned out. There's fun bits of horror storytelling, some of the dialogue is pretty sharp, and I leaned on the knowledge of a friend who lived in Japan to set the stage around Tokyo's Shinagawa city. The story wound up being pretty popular on AO3 too, garnering over 460 Hits and exactly 38 Kudos (as of this writing).

More importantly, it was a big hit for the birthday coalition of spiders.

Furthermore, it was a big hit for my friend who lived in Japan — surprise, she's the other birthday haver! To this day she considers "My fingers glide over you like a redacted passage" to be the greatest piece of prose I've ever written. I don't disagree, but you should've been there the night she beta read the piece, interrupting every other event going on in our friend group's VC just to hype me up.

So naturally... I didn't write any more JJK for seven months. This doesn't mean further ideas weren't festering in the back of my mind.

My original idea for "Neurocysticercosis" was pretty simple: Geto and Gojo are in some kind of art exhibit, Geto gets existential about humanity, and then it's revealed they've been fucking around while Shoko gets her ass beat by the Cursed Spirit of the week.

Shoko's brief beat-to-shit cameo was planned from the beginning. Sorry about that, Shoko fans.

That being said, a lot of my original idea didn't pan out as expected.

Late into the story, Geto makes this comment:

"Ask the average human what they think a 'living wall' is, and they'll talk up woven ferns and grass climbing up the side of their high-class mart. Pedestrian. Laughable. Imaginations stretched so thin within their walnut-sized brains that they couldn't begin to fathom what you and I see every day. Real living walls of scar tissue and rotting tendons and bloodshot, oozing eyes."

I originally wanted Geto to be observing a Living Wall, akin to San Francisco's Museum of Modern Art (I visited the museum with birthday friend and one other member of our group a few years ago).

However, I couldn't necessarily plop Jujutsu High students in the middle of San Francisco without over-scoping my vision through explanatory storytelling. And I was having some trouble finding good examples of Living Wall installations in Japan.

Then my fate turned on a dime one legendary night this February, in which I attended a Lord of the Rings watch party for another birthday. At that party I met an excellent cosplayer who, naturally, also happens to love Jujutsu Kaisen. We shared "Infinitesimal Distance" live, and I told them about the idea I was gestating on for a future SatoSugu piece. The current gift fic recipient recommended using the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Art as a setting that would make sense for Gojo and Geto to canonically visit.

The rest, as they say, was history.

Once we started approaching her birthday, I knew what I had to do. We haven't finished the 2014 series Black Sails (her current obsession) together, so Plan A was not viable. Plan B was a go.

Having decided to go with an entire art gallery, this meant I needed to pick actual art. Now... I enjoy an art. I appreciate a good drawing. Sometimes I create my own art, especially ceramics. However, I am not a well-versed scholar in art history. This is an especially big roadblock when I have to try and come up with an artist whom folks might see in Japan circa-2008 — around the time when Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto are in Jujutsu High, as I understand. Not to mention the fact I can't ask my friend since she's the one this fic will be a present for.

My solution?

I kind of just looked up lists of the most influential modern Japanese artists and scrolled a couple of listicles, digging deeper into a few people whose work stood out. Much of that Googling took place over the course of a big family dinner for Father's Day this year.

I sorted through a number of names, including — but not limited to:

Tsuguharu Foujita

Tetsuya Ishida

Tadanori Yokoo

Makoto Aida

Yasumasa Morimura

However, as you all have read this fic (you better have!), you'll know I focused on the work of Chiho Aoshima. The compositions and color in her pieces really struck me, and the surrealist, often beautifully monstrous subject matter felt like a perfect match for the JJK universe.

In particular, this story revolves around A Contented Skull (2003):

Originally I chose this piece as a striking work that would be fun to describe. However, as I began to describe it (during a car ride across the Washington countryside), patterns began to emerge. I realized very quickly that A Contented Skull slots perfectly into foreshadowing the ultimate fate of Suguru Geto.

That's right, it's no longer just an opportunity to have Geto wax poetic about his feelings on humanity, and to reflect all the fucked-up shit he and Gojo experience. We've also got themes in this bitch. Themes of fate and autonomy and death, not to mention parasitic brain worms.

The fic's title is even a reference to a parasitic brain worm. If you had no idea what "Neurocysticercosis" was before now, don't worry. I didn't either. It was 99% big, fancy word to sound interesting, and 1% thematic brain worms.

As far as elements of the writing craft are concerned...

It took a few stabs, but I like the way I formatted painting titles to look like actual minimalist gallery plaques.

Shoko's injured, dying words do a lot of fuckery with text formatting, which I pulled almost directly from the nightmare sequence in my Pokemon ScarVi fic "Paradiso." The Cursed Spirit they're fighting is also notable. I always planned on making a centipede-esque monster, but it wasn't until I actually started writing that I realized the main image in my head was the "Charge Beam Beast" from Metroid: Zero Mission.

Anybody remember this dude? I used to play the beginning of Zero Mission over and over, so he's seared into my brain.

I'm also a fan of the experimental formatting with regards to breaking up dialogue. I finished "Neurocysticercosis" during a long train ride, only one day after I finished reading John Scalzi's The Kaiju Preservation Society. It's a fun little read by an author whose work I tend to enjoy, though given it was his COVID "mindless fun" book, I do think it leans a bit too hard into sounding like a quippy Marvel film.

That being said, he does invoke a fun mid-sentence verb through em dashes that I think creates a great flow. Tried it out here, and will mostly likely use the idea again going forward!

===

Now that I'm done with this piece, I don't know when my next JJK fic will come down the pipeline. There aren't a ton of concrete ideas in my head for the series. However, I do know it'll be time to return to some of my bigger projects...

I'm been dying to write more "Fallout" sooner rather than later.

[h4ndwr1tten]

note - a late birthday gift for my beloved husband. nanami kento, happy birthday my love <3

nanami was exhausted. he had spent his entire day at work, having to start his day earlier than usual. for the most part, it was because gojo wasn't "feeling well" in the morning, and he needed someone to cover his class while he was out. nanami was skeptical about it, since gojo was the strongest and he was quite sure that a simple cold or whatnot could take him down. but he did end up covering gojo, as the first years still needed to complete their classes for the day.

then when class was over, yuji had asked nanami to train with him. for extra practice, the pink-haired boy had said. namami, who was already tired from having to wake up before usual and deal with a man child and three students, two of which who would act like 5 year olds, wanted to decline. but yuji looked upset about nanami not wanting to, and he felt bad. so he agreed to it.

thirdly, he hadn't seen you all day today. and it was his birthday. he never cared much for his birthday, but he had to admit, he was surprised (and a little bit hurt) that you hadn't at least texted him a birthday greeting. perhaps you were busy, he told himself.

and now, after a long day, nanami returns to his penthouse. ready to take a hot shower, eat some pastries the students had gifted him, and end the night early in his queen sized bed. his quiet footsteps fill the empty living room, the faint hum of the elevator shutting its doors reaching his ears. he sighs, setting down the small gift bags and reaching for the light switch.

it flicks up, and light fills the room. and to his surprise, he isn't greeted with an empty living room.

he's met with the people he is surrounded by ever since he returned to the jujutsu world. his friends.

"happy birthday!!!"

they shout in unison, a few poppers, as well as a confetti cannon going off and sprinkling the air with colored confetti. banners hanging from the walls, balloons either floating or rolling on the floor. bright smiles on everyone's faces, some wearing party hats, some holding up gift bags, and gojo holding the confetti cannon. they laugh at his surprised expression and there's a flash — someone managed to take a picture of it.

slowly, nanami feels himself beginning to smile and all the exhaustion of the day dissipating. he sees gojo, yuji, nobara, and megumi approaching him while laughing heartily at the blond. the others, including second years, shoko and utahime, stay back to put the gifts aside.

"nanamin!! happy birthday, mr. grump!" gojo cheers again, briefly hugging nanami in a brotherly manner. surprising the ones near him, and him himself, nanami finds his arms around gojo as well, returning the bear hug.

"nanami-sensei is... smiling...?" yuji mumbles jokingly, although his shocked expression is quite believable.

"i know, right!!" gojo laughs as he lets go of nanami, returning to megumi's side in front of the birthday celebrant.

"thank you, gojo-san, and you three too," nanami says, smiling at them. "this truly means a lot to me."

gojo brushed off the thank you with a wave of his hand, his other arm resting around megumi's shoulders. he tugged his blindfold up while grinning, then jerked his thumb behind him.

"don't thank us, thank y/n! they're the one who planned this entire thing!" gojo said.

as if you had heard gojo, you looked their way and found nanami staring at you. you showed him a small smile, the one you always showed him. the one that even though it was small, there was a lot of emotion and meaning behind it.

nanami's face grew warm. this must've been why he hadn't seen you all day. you did this for him, you were setting up for his surprise party. you had come up with the idea of gathering his friends together at his place and celebrating his birthday with him. you thought of him.

he smiled back at you, bowing his head slightly to say thank you. your smile only grew in return, and nanami was too focused on you to realize gojo had gone and grabbed a champagne bottle.

a loud pop, and a stream of foamy champagne burst out. everyone laughed again but this time at gojo, who continued to shake the bottle even after it sprayed enough all over the floor.

"let's get on with this party, shall we??"

—

it had already been at least two hours but nanami still hadn't been able to talk to you, as everyone kept pulling him aside to have a friendly chat and greet him again. he desperately wanted to talk to you, and deep down he was beginning to miss you. but currently, he was stuck in a conversation with shoko and gojo while you were standing a few feet away from the balcony door, holding a champagne flute and sipping quietly. your eyes found his, and something in them told him that you too wanted to talk to him. you set your glass down on the coffee table, looking at nanami once again before turning around and heading to the balcony. now was the perfect moment.

"so we were gonna hang up streamers, but gojo here—"

"sorry, shoko, excuse me," nanami muttered, nodding apologetically at her and handing his flute to gojo. the latter looked confused, but looked in the direction of nanami's eyes and understood. a smirk spread across his lips.

"have fun," he whispered teasingly.

nanami ignored him and walked away, muttering quiet excuse me's and gently pushing past people to get to you. he could see you, or your backside through the glass sliding door, leaning against the railing and facing the city below. even from behind, he thought you were still so very beautiful.

you had waited a good minute for nanami to come join you outside, keeping yourself busy by staring down at the busy, lit up city and the passing cars. it was a nice night outside, you thought to yourself. you didn’t exactly have a plan to follow once he was out here with you, just a simple chat with him one on one. and if it was truly a nice night, you wouldn’t need a plan. you would just let nature take its course.

you then heard the door slide open, and for a brief second there was the sound of upbeat music and chatter. the door shut with a soft thud and footsteps followed after, and you felt a warm presence beside you. 

“i’ve been wanting to speak with you all day, y’know,” nanami started the conversation, joining you by the railing. he hunched over a little, like the way you were positioned, to lean his forearms against the railing as well.

you breathily laughed, “believe me, kento, i’ve been dying to talk to you too. i’m sorry, i should’ve at least texted you a happy birthday.”

nanami scoffed lightly, but with no malice or irritation in it. he was smiling, answering, “please, this is more than enough of a simple greeting.”

you laughed again quietly, nanami chuckling along with you.

“so,” the man began, “satoru says you planned this all out.”

you smiled, turning your head to look at him. you noticed he had taken off his suit jacket and was in that blue button up you loved, his muscles slightly straining the fabric. once again you were staring at him with that soft smile of yours, accompanied by a certain look in your eyes that he couldn’t quite name. but it was something sincere, and nanami could do nothing to help the way his heart skipped a beat in his chest.

“i did,” you said as a matter of factly. 

“explains why i didn’t see you at all earlier,” nanami teased, standing up straight and folding his arms over his chest. again, you laughed, lightly smacking his arm. nanami’s face broke out in a grin at you and the brief contact. 

“i already apologized!” you whined jokingly, the blond laughing at you. 

“i know, i’m kidding,” he smiled down at you. that was one thing out of many others that you loved about your friendship with him. he joked around with you, which, from someone as serious as him, was usually rare. 

you sighed, glancing to your side and looking at the city again. you felt nanami’s eyes on you, not sure of what he was thinking. breaking the silence, you tell him, “i have your gift inside. a few gifts, actually.”

“y/n, you didn’t have to,” nanami muttered, but he was still very grateful to you. “the surprise party was already enough. besides, it’s only a birthday, i’m not that special.”

you turned to him again, and nanami swore that if you smiled at him that way one more time his heart would burst. 

“you are to me,” you nearly whispered, looking into his honey brown eyes.

nanami almost stopped breathing at that moment. he stared back at you, finding pure sincerity in your eyes. you meant it. he was special to you. the thought of it had his heart racing, but he knew there was more to say. you looked down, smiling at the ground beneath you and crossing your arms. 

“i think you’ve known that, ken,” you mumble while still looking down. “why else do you think i did this for you?”

you take a small step towards him and finally tilt your head up, eyes immediately finding his. there’s tension between you two now, and its so thick, anyone watching from inside would be able to feel it. god, he wanted to kiss you so bad. the way you're looking up at him, head tilted up and angled as if you wanted to kiss him to you. you did, you couldn't deny it.

"and i'm sure you've heard satoru's constant teasing and bickering about us," you added, still in that quiet, breathy tone.

nanami scoffed, "how can i not hear him? always pushing us together."

you quietly laugh at the comment, then bring your eyes down to his spotted tie. your hands reach for it and you smoothed it out slowly, fingers gently brushing against his chest. you could hear him gulp, but his face remained calm. you've always loved the tie, the way he wore it regardless of what others may think of it.

"y'know, kento," you say, pausing for a moment and looking back up at him, "i've always thought you were special. from the very beginning, when satoru convinced you to come back to the jujutsu world and had you work with me."

"really?" nanami whispered, suppressing a frown when you dropped your arms back to your sides.

"really," you whispered back. he smiles at you, before you begin to point out everything he's ever done for you.

"i've seen the way you look at me. i've seen those flowers on my desk and how you try to glance over at me without making it obvious. i've noticed my favorite candies laid out on my desk too, when i'm tired or work feels like too much. or when gojo assigns a mission to me, you are always volunteering to come with me. and then after, you never fail to ask if i'm alright, if i'm hurt anywhere. i remember once, after a mission, i was badly hurt and i was sent to shoko. i had to stay in bed for a week, and you stayed by my side the entire time. and there's so, so much more, ken."

nanami's blushing hard. he didn't realize you kept track of everything he did for you, didn't know you had each moment embedded in your memory. but it was so very sweet, how you could recall all the advances he made, the risks he would take just to get closer to you.

you weren't done, no, you were far from done. he realized how close you had become. he felt your hands graze the bottom of his shirt for a moment, before they slowly slid upwards, stopping and resting just at his chest. goosebumps covered his arms, and if his heart wasn't already pounding out of his ribcage, it surely was now.

"and each time, no matter how often it happens, or how long this has been going on..."

your voice was lowered just below a whisper, that if he hadn't been paying attention, he wouldn't have caught your words. he leaned his head a little closer to you, never breaking eye contact, waiting in anticipation for your next words.

"i find myself falling a little more in love with you."

you slowly stood on your toes, just enough to have yours and namami's faces millimeters away. both heads angled to the side perfectly, with a small gap in between, ready to be closed. you could feel his warm breath on your lips as you looked at them, a deep pink and just waiting for you to kiss them. bringing your eyes back up to meet his, you whisper;

"happy birthday, kento."

and finally, the space between closes. you slot your lips against his, and he welcomes you with no second thoughts. your lips fit perfectly with his as if they were made to kiss the man, as if they were made to kiss each other. it's raw, passionate, just pure emotion and feeling being spilled and shared through the slow movement of yours and his lips. he's reciprocating it so well, so skilled. as if he's been waiting to do this for ages, which no doubt he has.

you feel nanami's hands on your waist, gently pulling you in closer. it has you tilting your head upwards more and has him deepening the kiss, a silent ask for permission being told through his tongue swiping at your bottom lip. you let him, let him in you and he's grateful, savoring every moment of it. he explores your mouth with his tongue, then shortly meets yours. the muscles dance around each other like this was nothing new, like you two passionately kiss every day.

your hands slid up his chest, arms over his shoulders and pulling him even closer to you. your fingers found the soft hairs at the nape of his neck and played with it, earning a soft groan from nanami. you and him both shared the same thought; that thought being how you wanted to stay like this forever, chests flush against each other, his large hands holding you close and your arms holding him closer, lips perfectly locked together.

unfortunately for the both of you, that wouldn't be possible since oxygen was still a must. you both pulled away in unison, a faint smack coming from your lips being unattached. heavy breathing could be heard from the two of you, still holding each other close. nanami leaned forward, his forehead pressing against yours. you smiled at the contact and the intimacy behind it.

you then felt nanami's large hand gently cup your jaw, urging you to open your eyes and look at him. he smiled back at you and you felt a warmth spread from your chest throughout your body, something that could only be caused by the man in front of you.

"y/n," his voice came out as a whisper.

"ken?"

"i love you. so, so much."

you move your head up a bit, pecking him on the lips. the corner of his lips rose a little more.

"i love you too. so, so, so much."

another kiss was shared, this time initiated by nanami. it was quick, but still as passionate and full of emotion as the first. he pulled away and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, then pulled you into him as if you weren't already close enough. he held you in his embrace with one arm, the other being used to cradle your head to his chest. your arms were wrapped around his torso as you both took in every second of this moment, which would become one of your favorite memories out of the many more soon to come.

if anyone asked nanami kento what his favorite birthday celebration was, he would easily say this one.

enjoyed? give a like, maybe even a follow <3

part 2 coming soon...

m. list

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Blood and Water: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: a monthly sibling dinner turns into a much more exciting tradition. Y'all know where I'm going with this.

wc: 2.4k

tw: NSFW (former step-siblings, unprotected sex)

masterlist

Your doorbell rings every first Saturday of the month at 7 pm.

Depending on their schedules, your siblings would show up one after the other or together, but either way, they would show up. Satoru, Shoko, and your step-brother, Suguru.

The tradition started right after your stepmother and father had divorced and moved to different places across the country, leaving you and your adult siblings scrambling for some way to reconnect and stay together.

Thus, Sibling Saturday is created, and you all bring a dish (or buy one, in Satoru's case) for the potluck where you sit around the table and talk about the events of the past month in great detail, often staying overnight due to the amount of wine and beer consumed.

This week, you're in the middle of cooking a pasta recipe you'd stumbled across when your doorbell rings. Admittedly, you'd gotten home late (because of a certain boss that asked you to come in on Saturdays to help rework the blueprints), but when you open the door, you're greeted by Shoko and Satoru, who smile widely and bombard you with compliments, as always.

"You look so good!" Satoru gushes as he enters the kitchen.

"I'm just wearing an apron and a dre--"

"But you're so pretty!" Shoko adds, beaming at you and squishing your cheeks. "What're you cooking this week?" Satoru places two different dishes on the table as you walk back over to the basil pesto pasta cooking on the stove. "Smells so good..."

You smile and stir the pot twice, then look back over at your sister and brother, who are placing the plates and silverware around the table. And for a brief moment, you feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the small family bonds that have maintained themselves, despite the hardships you've endured.

"Where's Suguru?" you inquire, and Shoko answers you quickly.

"Oh, he's at the studio today but he said he'd come right after he finished." The doorbell rings right at that moment, and you put your spoon down to attend to the guest, who is undoubtedly your former step-brother.

"Thought you might not make it," you tease, and the dark-haired man leans over to hug you as he chuckles, his long locks brushing your shoulder.

"Just finished up filming the special report," Suguru answers, squeezing your arm. "Had to refilm the last part of the report."

"And you're excited about it?" Shoko calls out from the dining room.

"Of course." Suguru walks into the kitchen, then peeks at your pasta before smiling back at you. "It's going to air in a week. My first special report, y'know?" You grin back at him and shift the pot off the stove before turning it off.

"We'll all get together and watch it when it airs," Satoru suggests, taking the lid off of his purchased cupcakes and reaching in for one, ignoring your disapproving look. "And make a celebration of it."

"I love that plan," Suguru murmurs, pushing his shirt sleeves up to his elbows before setting the beer and wine bottles on the table. "Thanks, you guys. Want anything to drink, Shoko?"

"Nah, I have to be at a birthday party in the early afternoon," she answers, waving her hand in the air.

"Satoru?" But Gojo already has a beer in his hand, so no further discussion is required on his part.

"I drove him here," Shoko begins, rolling her brown eyes and fiddling with her hair. "So it looks like I'll be driving back too."

Satoru groans, pulling the bottle away from his lips. "You roll the seat up too far. I couldn't drive even if I wanted to."

"Still on your 'no alcohol' thing?" your sister asks, and you nod. "Geez. Can't imagine it."

_____________________________________________________________

"I'll help you clean up," Suguru offers, a little unsteady on his feet.

"You don't have to," you retort, but he's is already gathering the dishes to put in the sink. Satoru leans back, his blue eyes staring at the ceiling as he groans loudly.

"Gonna feel this in the morning."

"Should get you home," Shoko mumbles and stands, the chair scraping against the floor. "Got a lot to do tomorrow." You say your goodbyes, making sure Shoko and Satoru get to their car safely, before closing the door and shifting back to Suguru.

"Staying the night?" you ask, moving to the sink and turning on the water.

"I think so," he begins, undoing the top button of his shirt. "Drank a lot." You shrug, not really having noticed him drinking at all, but sure that during your tale of your recent breakup, you had missed it.

"Go ahead and get comfortable," you encourage. "I'll finish cleaning up." Suguru flashes his winning smile at you and then departs, leaving you alone in the kitchen. About fifteen minutes later, you put the last dish on the rack, and then dump the dishwater into the sink. Mindlessly, you wipe the counter, then walk to your room as you remove your apron. You hear someone grunting softly, and assume that Suguru is having a hard time, so you backtrack to the guest room, where you see the guest bathroom light on.

"Y/n..." you catch, and you walk to the bathroom door, which is slightly cracked, and you look through it to see if Suguru is okay.

But you were wrong about him having a hard time.

Suguru is facing the mirror, jerking his thick cock repeatedly. "Oh, god..." he moans, his hair falling behind his face as he tilts his head back. "That pussy feels so fucking good."

You want to walk away to give him so privacy, but... you can't move. You're frozen in place as Suguru shoots his cum onto the counter, his mouth dropping open as he squeezes his eyes shut, the white fluid hitting the mirror a little while his cock throbs angrily. You swallow hard, watching him come down from his high in silence before his eyes flick up to the crack in the door.

And to your face.

With this, the spell cast over your feet is broken, and you walk away from the scene, hurrying to your room and shutting the door. You stand in your room, shocked and slightly unnerved by the sight. But it's only when you're showering that you realize there's a considerable amount of slick between your thighs.

_____________________________________________________________

Sleep is laced with dreams of Suguru plowing into you, his eyes holding you captive and fingers tugging on your nipples. You even cum a few times, but when you awake in the morning, you realize it was all a machination of your mind.

Groggily, you stumble out of bed and walk into the kitchen to make coffee and possibly eat something. But when you see Suguru standing in the kitchen in his pajamas, you flush a little. He notices you right away, smiling as he pours himself a cup of coffee.

"Morning," he chirps brightly, and you smile briefly before moving to get a mug from the cupboard. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," you murmur quickly, avoiding looking at him as you make your own cup of coffee.

"Look, y/n... about last ni--"

"It's fine." You turn to the fridge, pulling out the milk and setting it on the counter as Suguru stands, setting the newspaper down.

"Actually," he begins. "It's not."

"No, really," you mutter, but your ex-stepbrother places a hand between you and your coffee, effectively blocking you from doing anything else.

"Y/n, I have to confess that I have feelings for you," Suguru mumbles, and you look up at him in confusion, searching his black eyes for some clarity. "I've had feelings for you for a long time. And I was thinking... we're not related by blood or by paper anymore. Is it possible for me to pursue you?" Your lips part, but no sound comes out of them. "I'll give you time to think about it, but--"

"You're a public figure, Su..." you offer, but he shrugs his broad shoulders.

"Not really a concern of mine."

"What about me? My job? What if they find out we used to be--"

"Used to be." The emphasis makes you pause. You turn to the sink, eyes downcast as your hands grip the polished edge of the counter. "Please," Suguru whispers, coming up behind you and sliding his fingers up your nightgown. "You're so perfect. So beautiful... Having you as my stepsister was amazing, but now..." He kisses the space below your earlobe, and you close your eyes, moaning loudly.

"Su," you start, but can't find any other words to say. Would you really be able to say no to yourself now, when for years you'd wanted nothing more than this very moment to happen?

"Your cooking is amazing... and you and that asshole finally broke up. Just let me make you feel good. Just one time," he breathes into your ear, and you shudder, the feeling working from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. "And if you don't want it... say 'no' and I'm done. I'll never do it again." The fingers that are below your nightgown creep up to the waistband of your underwear, tugging at them suggestively.

"Okay," you breathe, and Suguru inhales deeply, pulling your panties down and letting them drop the floor. He doesn't speak as his fingers roam over your flesh, gripping certain areas with glee before he kneels, trapping your ass between his hands.

"Stay still for me, princess," he whispers before spreading your ass cheeks. "Such a pretty pussy." When Suguru's tongue hits your slick, you immediately raise up on your tiptoes, but his tongue chases your core, slipping across your clit and back up leisurely. You moan again, squeezing your eyes shut as he drives you insane.

"Suguru," you pant, and he hums, hand gripping your right ass cheek a little more. Your fingers reach behind you and grab onto his hair, pushing him into your cunt even more. Your legs begin to shake violently, knees hitting the cupboard below the sink, and Suguru hums again, tongue speeding its movements up. You finally give in to the building orgasm, letting go of his locks and gripping the sink as you buckle. Suguru continues to lap at you as you come down, slurping up your juices loudly before pulling back and licking his lips.

"So good," he murmurs, standing and pushing down his pants to reveal his twitching cock. You move to your knees immediately, taking his length in your hand and licking the tip gently. Su hisses, leaning against the chair behind him, and tilts his head to the side, watching you take the tip in your mouth and suck. You work half of his cock into your mouth before he reaches his hand down and tangles it through your hair. "No hands, princess."

You obey without question, and he bobs your head up and down for you, the head of his thick length hitting the back of your throat and making a clicking noise. "Good girl," Suguru groans, adding another hand to your hair. Tears begin to gather on your waterline as he fucks your mouth, and you swipe your tongue on the backside of his cock when you can to add to the pleasure, placing your hands on his thighs to stabilize yourself.

But Suguru pulls out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting his cock to your lower lip. "Stand up and bend over," he orders, and you do so, waiting patiently for him as he tugs at his length while watching you. With his foot, Suguru kicks your legs a little wider then steps between them, nudging the head of his cock against your pussy. "Yep, you're good and ready."

He pushes into you - or tries to, really - then pulls back, grunting. "Tight little thing you've got there," he mentions, spreading your cheeks with one hand. He rubs his cock up and down against your slit, trying again to slide into you, but finding too much resistance. "Arch your back." Your hips go a little higher, but Suguru finds his grip again, finally able to push himself into you a little. You hiss, feeling a sharp jolt of pain, but he pushes you back down with his broad hand.

"Oh, Suguru..." you whine, looking back. He swipes your hair away from your face, eyes meeting yours.

"Shh, shh... It's alright," he whispers, working himself into you with care, one hand on your hip and another resting on your shoulder. "Just relax." You groan again, tucking your head between your hands on the counter. After a few minutes, you release all of the tension in your lower body, and Suguru sighs, pushing into a little deeper. Immediately, his hips are able to connect with yours, and the sounds of your fucking echo in the kitchen.

"Fuck..." you moan, feeling his entire length shift in and out of you, hitting spots your ex couldn't explore. "Feels so fucking good."

"Yeah?" Su wonders, panting. "Such a good pussy. Never felt this perfect..." He speeds up a little, leaning over your back, and kissing your shoulder blade. "I can feel your cervix when we're like this." You groan loudly, tossing your head back. Suguru catches your neck with his hand, leaning your head back.

Your eyes cross, and he huffs a laugh, but your entire body is too full of him and thoughts of him to care.

"Please," you whisper, but you don't know what you're asking for, really. "Please." Suguru's eyebrows scrunch together, onyx eyes focusing on your expression.

"Oh, that's it," he hums. "Already cock-drunk, huh?" You try to nod, but all you can do is manage a strangled moan. A hand is lifted and smacks your ass as he continues fucking you, which is a welcome jolt of pain to add to the pleasure. Your former stepbrother eases his head back, observing the way his cock drives into your pussy. "You should see this... your pussy grips my cock so nicely, and you're creaming all over me."

"Oh, god..." you whine, keeling forward. "Suguru, make me cum."

"Say it again."

"Su, make me cum!" you cry out, shaking furiously.

"What's the magic word?" he pants.

"Please!" He reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit quickly. "Sugur---" You break off with a deep inhale, clenching around him fiercely. Suguru's breath hitches too as he spills his seed inside of you, hips slamming into your cunt three times before his hands slacken around your body. He hunches over you, cradling your body as his head rests on your back.

"That was better than I ever imagined," Suguru finally admits.

"Better than I dreamt last night, too." He laughs, fingers holding you tighter.

"Let me be your boyfriend, y/n."

"What's the magic word?" you shoot back, smiling.

"Please."

_____________________________________________________________

TAGLIST: @missbonekitty @wack0-genius @thankuary @r-i-m-f-009 @sunfloweroranges @leanne-tamashi @rein-icu @brownskinnedgirll @savantsoulfinder @chilledlucifer @kontentious @flare-on @meena-in-a-nutshell @falling-through-pages @naoyasdarling @vabybizzle

[chihomichannel]

of candy wrappers and unprecedented endings

| pairing: choso x reader | genre: angst & fluff | warnings: mention of death; sad things blended with happy things | word count: 2330 words | a/n: hi! this is clem! this is the 3rd and final part of “bittersweet lollipops” so read the first two parts before this but it can also be read as is. this wasn’t my first plan for the 3rd part and i had actually written a lot when i realized that i don’t want it to be the 3rd part lol. so i rewritten this today and here it is! hope you guys like it!

◄ previous |

icon used

Time has always been the limit for humans. We were born and raised, thrown into the world and built our lives only for everything you’ve worked hard for to be left behind once death came right by your door. And for sorcerers like you, death has always been just a step behind, ready to take you once it was your time. But in your case, you miraculously lived long enough to know you would die with no regrets.

Feeling the hand clung onto yours, your eyes woke from its slumber. Your eyes were met with the bright sunshine that illuminated the whole room, the white of the ceiling shining brighter than ever. Your head turned to your side to see Choso sitting asleep by your bed, his hand on top of yours while the other held your family scrapbook. The page was open, showing a picture of your family at its early stages. It was you and Choso both holding onto your newborn with your friends by your sides. You remembered it was your first born’s first birthday and you smiled at the vivid memory that crossed your mind.

You thought back to that day when everyone was present, celebrating and just pure happiness. You remembered Megumi tackling Yuuji when he was about to feed your baby he didn’t know your daughter could not eat. You remembered Panda with your baby lying on its stomach and Inumaki shoving toys to your daughter to amuse it. You remember Gojo arriving late with a bag full of sweets to which Choso took eagerly. You remembered Nobara continuously flaunting her outfit. You remembered Maki and Nanami just being there. And you remembered looking at everyone, just taking in that moment and storing it inside your treasured memories. You remembered the atmosphere, the calm and the chaos in the house. The hot rays of the sun shielded by the window pane. You remembered that moment and longed to return to that day.

Blinking, you were snapped back to reality. You took note that the atmosphere was the same as that day. You smiled, eyes tired even though you only just woke up. You glanced at Choso’s hands that clung onto yours, it was tight but he held you as if you were fragile glass. You knew he’s worried and so you moved your hand and intertwined it with his. Choso stirred awake, licking his dried lips as he leaned up from his position “Hey” he said, his voice cracking slightly. He looked tired, the look in his eyes told you they’ve lived for so long. They’ve seen so much yet his face was still the same. His body looked the same, everything looked the same. His youthful face hid the hundreds of years he’s lived.

He smiled- oh his smile. His smile is something you never got over. When you first knew Choso, you would have never guessed that he could be so expressive. With his indifferent mien, even at the start of your relationship, you would always be so surprised to see another expression on his face. You loved it especially when he has this confused, wondering face. You always found it so cute. You found everything he does cute. It scared you just how much you’re in love him. But you could never imagine nor wish for a better life because the life you have with Choso by your side is a life you would never bargain anything for. You are content and you are in love. You didn’t even realize it but Choso became your life. The little world and family you’ve built with him, it’s yours and his. No life was better than this.

“Morning” Choso scooted his seat closer to your bed, he had his elbows on the soft mattress, taking your hand to his lips. “It’s afternoon, silly” You weakly told him, softly chuckling. You felt him smile in your hands and you gazed at him adoringly “I see you’ve been looking at the scrapbook again”

“Yeah” Choso pulled away from your hands and flipped the scrapbook to the next page “I guess I fell asleep while doing so” He mused. He stopped and you looked at the page to see a picture of you and him decades ago. It was a selfie when you two eloped that one fateful night. The two of you never planned for a wedding nor did you think you would ever get married. It was never a thought in your mind but during that night, Choso looked so beautiful. Even with his mouthful of tacos you grabbed on the way to Panda’s birthday, something about the night with the streetlights and the swarm of people highlighted Choso in your eyes. And at the bus stop, just as you were about to get on it, you pulled Choso into a halt and waited until the crowd got on the bus before you spoke “Will you marry me?”

You both skipped on Panda’s birthday and got married. It was a decisive decision but no doubt the best you’ve ever made. A year later after that, your daughter was born and you swore, Choso had never glowed brighter. Your heart felt soft whenever you see your daughter and husband bonding. And the sight of your daughter cuddled up against Choso made you feel so thankful that these beautiful people are part of your life. Because of them, life was so much brighter.

You and Choso bore four more children after that. To say that life is noisy is an understandment but the noise made you happy anyway (albeit stressed). You stopped at baby number 5, with your eldest being 15 at the time. As expected, your daughter became a sorcerer, proving to be much stronger than either of you with a cursed technique she invented on her own. Your second didn’t follow onto the jujutsu society and made a life of his own outside the dangers of your reality. Your third inherited Choso’s blood manipulation and was almost bought by the Kamo clan but of course, you and Choso shielded your child away from the mess that is clan families. Your fourth also became a jujutsu sorcerer and your youngest inherited your cursed technique. All in all, your children now had lives of their own with all of them being fully fledged adults.

With a sigh, you yawned, reaching out for the scrapbook and putting it on your lap. You flipped to the next page and a grin etched on your face. You giggled, motioning to Choso the scrapbook. It was you and Choso all those years ago before you were married. It was that day out when Choso kissed you on the ferris wheel. It was when you two were sitting on the sea wall when he secretly snapped a picture of you looking the other way. A glint flashed through Choso’s eyes, his lips mirroring your grin. Choso traced the design by the photo, it was a bunch of lollipop wrappers you two had been eating when you were designing this specific page. He remembered you chastising him for almost emptying the packet of lollipops. Chuckling, he turned to look at you to see you looking at him so lovingly “I love you” you told him and Choso felt his chest tighten. It was a wonder how you still had so much effect on him when you had literally spend your lifetime together “And I love you”

Choso examined the wrinkles in your eyes when you smiled. Your once smooth skin was now wrinkled out of old age. Your once vibrant hair is now a dull white. Both your eyes now have a cataract that clouded your sight. And your lips remain chapped no matter how many times you apply a lip balm. But even with all these things you’ve obtained as you aged, you still looked so darn beautiful. It was no secret that his never changing youth made you insecure. You wished he could age up with you but realized that was selfish and so you brushed off these thoughts. What you didn’t know is that Choso also wished the same. He wished he could grow old with you and get wrinkly together.

It was cruel how he couldn’t age with you. If you thought about it, he’s actually more than a century older than you yet here you are, minutes away from letting go. Choso clutched your hands, his eyes shaking as you breathed frailly. He breathed out your name, tears brimming in his eyes. He let out a whimper when you called his name, hiding in the cold of your hands “Choso” You repeated, feeling a pang on your chest. You leaned forward to embrace him, trapping him in your arms resulting in Choso to lean on your shoulder, letting out a quiet cry.

You cooed, kissing his temple before hiding your face in his hair, his locks drying the tears that fell on your cheeks. “Don’t go” He cried, his voice muffled “Not you too” His voice cracked causing your arms to tighten around him “Choso, Choso” With that, Choso looked you in the eyes.

“Please never be alone-” You paused, composing yourself. Choso held your cheeks as you continued “-find someone-” “I could never love someone else other than you” Choso said committedly. You gave him a look before you continued “-please, please don’t blame yourself” You held his cheeks, giving him a soft smile as you plead “And please don’t be sad”

You broke, Choso catching your tears with his mouth. Planting kisses on your face, Choso savored you in. The both of you could feel it. It was the worst feeling ever. But thinking back to your life, it was never short of happiness. Choso was the pill that gave you the energy to live your fullest. He was the reason you found a purpose in life and became a mother of five. He was the reason you ever felt true happiness. And thinking back to all those memories, you can confidently say that you left this world with no regrets.

 ๋࣭     ࣪ ˖        ⋆ ࣪.     ˖ ࣪⭑      ˖ ࣪ ٬     ุ๋ ⸱ ๋࣭     ࣪ ˖        ⋆ ࣪.     ˖ ࣪⭑      ˖ ࣪  ๋࣭

A snowflake fell on Choso’s nose causing it to twitch at the contact. It was cold and Choso stood in the midst of the crowd, unmoving as stone. He sighed, a cloud forming in front of his mouth. Yuuji had called him to meet him in the plaza in front of the huge clock that stood tall in the middle of the park. Choso scanned his surroundings and took note of the large crowd that flocked together at night. It was the night before Christmas eve and Choso was alone. His children all had their own families to tend to. The original plan was to celebrate at his home but plans tend to change and Choso ended up alone. If not for Yuuji, he would probably be asleep by now.

“Choso!” Hearing someone call out his name, Choso turned to see his brother and his friend, Megumi, heading his way. Yuuji’s pink hair is now white, his smile now has wrinkles on them. It was the same with Megumi and Choso remembered he couldn’t age. It made him sigh, wanting nothing but age together with the people he cares about. It bothered him so much, especially with his eldest child looking much older than him. It was unfair, Choso wailed to the gods.

Choso let them pull him wherever, going along with the flow. But even with the boisterous laughs of his brother and the chatter that filled his ears, he felt alone. He was surrounded by people yet he felt so cold. Sighing for the umpteenth time that day, Choso going along wherever his companions went.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Yuuji. He was worried about his brother which is why he called him in the first place. His legs hurt from old age but if it means his brother would feel better, he would go out in the cold to walk with him. Megumi already went home and Yuuji is walking Choso home. He noted the faraway look Choso held. Yuuji felt sad at the sight. He remembered how Choso shined when you were still alive. But the Choso walking beside him now was nothing but the shell left of his body. His eyes held no soul, that is until Choso’s eyes landed on the ferris wheel.

It was the same ferris wheel as back then. Like before, it flickered in different lights, switching its color as it rotated. Choso held a cry, feeling a lump in his throat. You. Oh, you. He is so in love with you still. He saw that yellow pod, though unsure if it was the one, his heart ached at the memory of you. His heart always aches every second of the day. You, he thought of you. He felt the linger of your touch on his skin, your breath as you laughed against him. He felt your kisses and the love you felt for him. The clutch of your fingers as you held onto him. He felt you.

He breathed in the cold air, taking his eyes off the ferris wheel into the night sky. The jet black sky was painted with the white of the snowflakes that fell. One dropped on his cheek and rolled down the same time a tear fell down from his hollow eyes. A breath left his throat, a smoke coming out of his mouth. He will find you, he is determined to find you. No matter how long it takes. No matter what millennia he meets you again. He will be there and you would be in his arms again. He will tell you the stories he’s lived and live another lifetime with you. No matter how many lifetimes, what matters is he’s with you.

Another set of tears run down his cheeks. He misses you but he will live on. He will live on.

He will live on.

tag list: @lawlesshedgehog

if you want to be removed from the tag list, feel free to say so in the comment section

[sthrll-sera]

Itadori Yuuji's birthday special

A/n: here's my little present for my comfort character Yuuji :)

Good day

Yuuji was confused why Nobara and Megumi is nowhere to be found. He thought that they will train today and he can't find them.

" Where are they?" he grumbled as he scratch his nape.

Suddenly he saw his sensei coming towards him so he opt to ask his sensei to where his friends are.

"Sensei!"

"Hai, yuuji kun?" Gojo reciprocating his energy.

"Where is Nobara and Megumi, Sensei?" He asks curiously.

"Oh, they went to a mission together? If I remember correctly?" It seems like his sensei forgot it

or not but Gojo will not gonna say what he's planning.

"Yuuji-kun, isn't today such a lovely and wonderful day?" He ask while taking a peek on his student's reaction.

"Eh? It's just a normal day though" yuuji said nonchalantly.

" Oh really?" Gojo turned to look at him. "Hmmm, How about I give you an individual mission today?" Gojo's saying it as his eyes are shining gleefully.

"Really sensei?!" His student ask him excitedly while shaking him.

"uhuh! I heard there's a curse roaming around the area. I'm just gonna send you the details later. I need to go. Bye!!" As he grabbed his phone walking away from his student.

Yuuji was left there dumbfounded.

Little did he know that his friends are planning a surprise for him with the courtesy of their sensei of course. He's the mastermind after all.

Yuuji arrived in the location that his sensei sent. He looked at the area weirdly.

"Is there really a curse here in the beach?! Well maybe there are" as he slowly following the path that will lead him to the possible location of the curse.

"Maybe the curse is exhausted so they went here" he said as he looked down to see the sand under him.

He felt that there's somethings off but he just shrugged it off saying that it's impossible to happen.

As he keep walking he saw his Sensei waving at him.

"Yuuji-kun here!" Gojo is there with his friends and senpais, Nanami and Todo.

"Happy birthday!!" They greeted him. Shock was written all over his face.

"Eh? Its my birthday?" He asks them curiously. They all stared at him ridiculously.

" Don't tell me you forgot your birthday, dumbass?" Nobara said while shaking her head.

"Maybe I did? But thank you guys! Thank you" he was overwhelmed by their birthday surprise for him.

"Happy birthday brother!" Todo running to him asking for a hug which he immediately dodge.

"What you're here too?!"

"How can I miss my brother's birthday?" Todo exaggeratedly asked him.

Yuuji choose to ignore him and the he spotted Nanami.

"Nanamin!" He run to Nanami like a child as he greets him.

"Please, don't call me that" Irritation was lace on his voice.

"Happy birthday" Nanami said to him as he looked at the sea in front of them.

The celebration went on. Everyone is having fun and enjoying the time of their lives. It was a bittersweet moment but he will definitely cherish this, engraving the moment in his mind.

"Sensei was right, such a good day indeed" as he looked at them with warmth and appreciation.

©sthrll-sera

[gojoyogurt]

happy birthday gojo!! || chilhood friends to lovers au || short fic

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

summary: you spend the whole day together with gojo, your childhood friend. this birthday was special since you were the only one to celebrate it with him since all his other friends were overseas. on this day, it felt more like you were receiving a gift on your birthday rather than giving him a gift.

warnings: grammar and vocabulary may not be the best. also, i know gojo isnt 20 but... for the sake of this story i made him just reaching his 20s hope you guys dont mind. some spelling mistakes may not be noticed.

“hey gojo!” i screamed acrossed the road as i saw the tall, light haired man with a bandana covering his eyes leaning on the lamp post. he looked over and gave a small smile along with a wave. it was such a special day since he just turned 20, if he made my 20th birthday so memorable, i should only return the favour since the both of us have been together ( not in a romantic way ) for the longest time and we were always there for each other. “ayo happy birthday you overgrown man baby!” i jokingly congratulated him. “thanks you tiny tiger” he replies back with a smirk on his face while patting me on the head. i blushed slightly, i always had a crush on him but i never got the chance to say it to him. “should i say it today?” i thought to myself as my heart skipped a beat.

we walked down the street for a while and we stumbled across a cafe that seemed pretty quiet, the atmosphere it gave off was so simple yet it was drawing our attention to it. “hey do you-“ we both said simultaneously. “man... that single braincell energy tho amirite HAHA” i affirmed him as both of us were laughing our asses off right infront of the cafe door. after wasting our energy on cackling, we finally stepped into the cafe and ordered our drinks. “one cafe latte-“ we both said simultaneously AGAIN. “why are we so in sync today??” he questioned as we both started giggling uncontrollably at the register. “excuse me, are you guys going to order?” the staff asked us. “oops, sorry. we’ll get two cafe lattes please!” i cheerfully ordered. “two cafe lattes, anything else?” he reassured us. “nope!” i confirmed our order. “ok here’s your receipt, you guys make such a cute couple! you’re so lucky to find your soulmate that matches you perfectly!” the cashier said to us. we both just looked at each other and laughed it off.

it was nearly impossible for us to get to the table since gojos hands wouldnt stop shaking because he was giggling. luckily, we made it to the table without spilling the drinks. “here, its a small gift i made” i said as i handed over a brown wrapped package to him. the crumpling and tearing sound of the paper filled the area we were in, my heart was racing since i was worried that he wouldnt like it. “oh wow, y/n you made this??” he questioned me as if he couldn’t believe that i actually made the picture collage of the both of us. “yeah... do you not like it?” i asked quietly, scared that he actually hated it. “YO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU!!” he screamed in excitement. the collage was filled with memories of me and gojo from when we first met when we were 5 and uptil this day.

it felt like a heavy weight was just lifted off my shoulder. “thanks!! that took a while since i also added some pictures of us when we were still kids!” i replied back in relief. “hey! lets take a photo now so we can add it to the frame!” i suggested. i wriggled my chair over next to him and i took out my polaroid camera from my bag. we both smiled for the picture and i waited for the photo to come out.. “should i tell him now?” i reassured myself. i looked at him quietly, he was smiling while looking at the photos of our past selves, “i want to see that smile forever... ” i knew that it may seem greedy, but my heart always raced whenever i looked at him, even uptil now. “hey, y/n you ok? you seem a little flushed” he asked me with a concerned look on his face. “oh, uh, yeah just feeling a little warm...” i muttered. “lets go to my place so you can rest, ok?” you agreed to go over to his place after finishing your drinks.

during the walk back to his place, i couldnt control my heart, it was beating as if im about to go on stage and perform for millions of people. i stopped walking and i was shaking quietly in a small alleyway leading to his house. “y/n, are you ok??” he ran back after noticing that i wasnt by his side anymore. i dont know why but i suddenly started crying, it was supposed to be a happy day but... why am i like this??? am i scared? gojo hugged me and i cried into his chest while he was calming me down. / “y/n... talk to me, is there anything wrong?” he tried to ask me after i calmed down a little. “i-i- i li- like u b-buht i d-don whant to ru-ruin our fwe nd shipp” i somehow managed to get the words out in between breaths. at that point, my face looked like it was a tomato about to burst. i could hear my own heartbeat, i didnt even dare to take a glance at gojo. “man... how do i take care of you... you see, y/n, i also liked you for such a long time but i always thought that you would go off with some other man so i never confessed” he confessed while scratching the back of his head.

my heart felt like it just stopped, at that moment in time, i feel like the world was so serene and quiet. after snapping back into reality, “wh-what weally??” i sniffled as i looked up at him with my swollen eyes. “HAHAHA YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” he teased me as i quickly wiped my snot and tears off my face. “you’re not joking with me right?” i tried to confirm with him. he suddenly let out a huge sigh and walked towards me. my heartbeat suddenly increased as he got closer and closer with every step. he leaned closer towards me and took off his black bandana, “do i look like im lying?” he questioned me as i stared into his beautiful blue eyes. this isnt the first time im seeing it but i always can never prepare myself to see it. his eyes looked so peaceful, like a quiet ocean that has no limits. it felt like you could clearly see the sky even though we were in a dark area.

he put his bandana back on and gave me a long, tight hug. “you are the meanest person i know did you know that” i jokingly said to him. “hey is that the first thing you say to your boyfriend? ouch” he joked back. he hugged me for a little while longer before staring at me. he leaned in closer next to my ear and whispered, “thank you, for making this the best birthday present i could ever ask for” he gave me a peck on the cheek before looking back at me. my face was once again about to explode and my heart was probably on the verge of exploding. “can you not do that i have a weak heart you know???” i scolded as i jumped on him to attack him. “ouch ouch ouch!1!1!1!1! okok im sorry geez, violent much” he teased me once again. “c’mon, lets go to your house already, i look embarrassing” i pushed him so that i don’t embarrass myself in public. i clinged onto his arm and kept my head down the whole way back so that people dont see my face. this day was honestly the best day of my life, i had a huge smile on my face for the rest of the day.

and the rest is left up to your imagination...

hello people! sorry if this seemed rushed because i’ve been quite busy recently but ill still try to post whenever i can. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GOJO YAYYY. actually ive been on a hiatus off anime for a while and jujutsu kaisen is getting me back into the swing of things so im really into jujutsu kaisen atm HAHA. anywho hope you guys enjoyed this short fic and see yall in the next one byee!!!

also im so happy aot the final season came out today but since i read the manga, im really not prepared for whats going to happen... also can we talk about how the intro is just a whole gender reveal party??